Brief butterfly dance , this life, so why the fuss?
Everything will pass.
This body you so proudly flaunt soon turns to dust,
Just a small handful of grey ash.
And all your wealth and power and fame
Where is it at the endgame?
Befriend Death now, before your body dies
And know that formless witness
Living beneath your disguise.
Watching the day dream and the night dream,
The restful blankness of deep sleep,
Watching thoughts, emotions, fantasies float by
Like clouds across empty sky.

Know the source where Being is born
Out of silence and space,
The Light within the darkness,
the faceless face
Of you.
Hear the song that silence sings,
Wordless and true.
Be still. Stay in tune.
There is nothing else
you ever need
To do.